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The Rose Door – Chapter 2: When Snow Answers the Roses
He doesn't remember when the dream began—only that it's always winter when he sees her. A girl in white, standing in the doorway surrounded by roses. She never moves. But her eyes—he remembers those eyes.
Snow falls slowly around him, but he doesn't feel the cold. Not when he's chasing a memory that feels warmer than fire. He walks alone, always toward something he can’t name, holding onto fragments: a voice that once called his name, a promise that bloomed like petals in his chest.
Every night, he wakes with her name on his lips. A name he doesn’t remember, yet somehow aches to speak. Each morning, he sketches her face in the frost of the window—only for it to fade as the sun rises.
One day, he finds the old path. The rose vines creeping over broken gates. The door half-open, as if time left it ajar just for him. And there—just as in the dream—she stands.
But she doesn’t turn. And he doesn’t call. Because sometimes, love is louder in silence.
He steps inside, snow melting into the wooden floor. She doesn’t move. Yet the room feels different—like it has taken a breath. A breeze lifts the rose petals around them. Time pauses.
She speaks first, without turning. “I knew you’d find the door.”
And he finally remembers the promise. “I told you. Where the roses bloom, and time forgets.”
Outside, winter begins to thaw. Inside, two names are remembered—together.
And the rose door closes, not with an end, but with a beginning.